tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79416826134626389622014-10-05T02:22:01.482-04:00Piggie's Perspective-------The Adventures of Squeegles in Apple Juice-------piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-65120758394758278502010-10-19T20:41:00.003-04:002010-10-19T20:56:05.918-04:00Too much excitement for a Tuesday....I was sitting in the living room, minding my own business, watching the episode of Castle that I recorded last night when I heard a major scrabbling in the kitchen.<br /><br />"Damn," I thought. "Astra's brought in another live bird." Hoping against hope, I got up and went to look. Astra's live birds have a tendency to perch on the curtain rod at the sliding glass door, so that's the first place my eyes went.<br /><br />Was there a bird there? Hell, no! Staring back at me, just as astonished to see me as I was to see him, was a full grown raccoon hanging from the curtain rod by his front paws.<br /><br />"Holy shit," said I, having no other words to cover the situation. I've had cat doors for twenty years or so. I've had cats bring strange things in through them; I've had cats that didn't live at my house come through them. But I have never, ever had a wild animal come into my house through one, despite the fact that I've had coons and possums wander on my porch in the immediate neighborhood of the cat door.<br /><br />Well, I've never had a wild animal come through under it's own power and alive, anyway....although the occasional take out dinner of bunny tartare has come through the door, escorted by the chef.<br /><br />I stopped to pause the recording (I have NO idea why, but it seemed important at the time), scooped up the cordless phone, and hustled my butt out to the garage and closed the door.<br /><br />I then proceeded to call 911, and they dispatched a couple of Indy's finest to tackle the raccoon.<br /><br />I figured what the hey, opened the big garage door, and the tailgate of my car, and sat down to wait. I noticed that Astra and Hillary were both out there with me, for which I was grateful --- I've seen what a raccoon can do to a cat half its size.<br /><br />The officers entered the house cautiously. We could see that the raccoon was no longer visibly in the kitchen, and with that I withdrew back to the garage....while listening to one cop say to the other "I REALLY don't want to have to shoot it in the house..." and the other replying "Yeah, but I don't want to get bit, either."<br /><br />After about ten minutes, they came back out. Very anti-climactic, in both a good and bad way, I suppose: there are no bullet holes in my house, but neither did they find the raccoon.<br /><br />Presumption is that, being a pretty bright critter, Mr. Coon betook himself back out the same way he came in, having discovered that what he'd thought might be an interesting habitat of Free Dinner was infested with those pesky humans.<br /><br />Did my own pass through the house (and closed the cat door, into the bargain). 'Pears they're right....but on caution's side, I closed the door to the quilt room. Having hunted cats in there, I know it's possible for a ccon to hide in there behind piles of fabric and never be seen by the cops.....so on the offest chance that he did go that way, at least he's confined. And since I know the cats AREN'T in there, if I hear any scrabbling coming from that room, we'll be calling Northwest District IMPD again.....<br /><br />I'll also probably close my bedroom door tonight. But the cats have explored the house as carefully as the cops did, and I've not seen a single bit of freaking, yowling or growling, so I think he left.<br /><br />Still, I've got WAY too much adrenaline coursing thru the veins for a half hour to bedtime.....<br /><br />Oy! :)piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-51982379429362125742010-02-28T14:35:00.005-05:002010-02-28T14:46:50.156-05:00Foo fighters 101Everyone has some craziness in his head. This is foo.<br /><br />There is craziness that is created any time two humans, with their foo, interact. This, too, is foo.<br /><br />There is craziness that is created any time a human being interacts with the rest of the world. This, again, is foo.<br /><br />Foo exists. Foo must be dealt with. While the goal, always, is to live in the least foo possible, foo will never be eradicated.<br /><br />But do not lose hope, grasshopper. There are certain principles that can assist us in our task as foo fighters. The first and most important is this:<br /><br /><center><b>DO NOT FEED THE FOO.</b></center><br /><br />Like any stray animal, if you feed the foo it will follow you home. Let me say it again, for this is the crucial central principle:<br /><br /><center><b>DO NOT FEED THE FOO.</b></center><br /><br />Foo fed is foo that will grow. Do not under any circumstances nourish foo.<br /><br />And the second principle is related:<br /><br /><br /><center><b>DO NOT SEEK ASSISTANCE FROM THE SOURCE OF THE FOO.</b></center><br /><br />If the foo you are dealing with at the moment is owned by a particular person, do not attempt to fight the foo by appealing to that person's rational being or sense of logic. When in the grasp of foo, none of us has full access to rationality; we may not have any access to rationality.<br /><br />Accept that they are currently possessed by foo. Seek solutions that do not require their assistance.<br /><br />These two principles will do much to reduce the foo in your life, and the less foo there is, the easier it is to cope with the foo that remains.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-88315854760728866732010-02-16T21:35:00.002-05:002010-02-16T21:42:32.672-05:00If you don't know your history, you don't know your present....I know people who are of the "If you can't speak English, you shouldn't be allowed in this country" camp. People whose parents I grew up with.<br /><br />Whose grandparents I knew; they were my parents' age, our neighbors.<br /><br />And *their* parents I also knew: well enough to say hi to. Not much else. Not because I wasn't friendly; not because they weren't.<br /><br />But because "hi" was about as far as we could go together in the same language.<br /><br />I know people who are of the "If you can't speak English, you shouldn't be allowed in this country" camp. People who don't know their own family history as well as I know their family history.<br /><br />How can you say "you should be deported if you don't speak English" when your own great-grandmother came to this country as a new bride, not yet 21 years old....raised a family, watched her grandchildren grow, lived well into her eighties.<br /><br />And in those sixty-some years, never mastered more than maybe two dozen words of English.<br /><br />Do these people REALLY mean their great-grandparents should have been deported? That they themselves should not have been born Americans?<br /><br />Of course not.<br /><br />They're just too ignorant to understand just how recently "they" was really "us." And ignorance is NOT bliss; ignorance is the road to destruction. <br /><br />History marches on; the pouting ignorant will not stop it. They can only inflict pain, most of all on themselves.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-42445158841852744922010-01-20T23:36:00.002-05:002010-01-20T23:50:35.060-05:00Writers......For any passionate reader, there are fiction writers who stand out for a variety of reasons. (Non-fiction writers also stand out, of course, but often for different reasons....)<br /><br />Writers whose technique you admire; writers whose characters you identify with; writers whose books you simply enjoy.<br /><br />Then there is a shorter list of writers, much shorter: those whose work has had a profound effect on you. Whether their work has moved you deeply, or taught you something, or been associated with a particular time of your life; whether it has been there for you when times were bad or whether it has made you laugh hysterically when there wasn't much good around you, these works and their writers are etched more deeply on your soul than most of what you read.<br /><br />Some of those writers---Louisa May Alcott, for example, or Laura Ingalls Wilder---have lived and died before you were born, or at least old enough to read. Some of them may have overlapped your life, but died before you discovered them: C. S. Lewis comes to mind.<br /><br />And then there are the ones whose work you were well aware was entrenched into your being while they were still actively writing; writers whose death leaves you with a very real sense of personal loss. Asimov. Heinlein.<br /><br />And this week, for me, Robert B. Parker. The world is just a bit dimmer place without him at his desk in Boston. He brought us a few series characters: Spenser with Susan Silverman and Hawk, Jesse Stone, and Sunny Randall spoke to us in a contemporary setting; Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch from a century back or so. There were other characters that had no series. <br /><br />But his people all had something in common: their view of the world, and how it works, and what a person owes themselves. And I appreciated that view and learned from it.<br /><br />I will miss you, Robert. May your soul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-2082641279273881382010-01-05T20:18:00.003-05:002010-01-05T20:31:46.144-05:00Reviewing Stuff I've Learned Last Year......I don't function in chaos.<br /><br />By that I don't mean that I need everything perfectly tidy and orderly and regimented; I don't have OCD, and yes, there's such a thing as TOO orderly that can make me twitchy as heck.<br /><br />But I need things and processes and routines and plans to be reasonably orderly and predictable....even if the "predictable" part is "we're going to do this, that, and free-float on whether to do the other thing."<br /><br />And it's not a judgment issue: some folks appear to thrive in chaos. They do wonderfully well in an environment where everyone does whatever they want to, working at cross-purposes, ignoring each other, no communication, as if each other isn't even there.<br /><br />More power to 'em. But I've learned that I don't. And I don't mean "don't function well"; I mean "don't function" period.<br /><br />It depends, of course, on how chaotic the situation is. I can slowly cease to function, or I can freeze almost immediately, if it's chaotic enough.<br /><br />And it's not the appearance of chaos that I react to, as near as I can tell. I've been in situations that appear to be utterly chaotic, but a few moments watching the people will tell you that you're seeing an orderly but intense multi-tasking organism. I've even been a part of some of those---try backstage at any functioning theatre.<br /><br />It's a combination of non-predictability and lack of communication I react to. The "nobody has a clue what's going on, what they're doing, or what anyone else is doing, and they don't give a damn that they have no clue, or see why you'd want one" syndrome.<br /><br />It doesn't matter WHY I don't function in it. What matters is knowing that I don't. It's not good, it's not bad, it just is. And so I learn how to avoid it as much as possible, and how to extract myself gently when I happen to find myself in it.<br /><br />It's a good lesson to learn. And I'm happy with it.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-13893221225129735782009-11-24T23:39:00.003-05:002009-11-24T23:48:37.495-05:00Thanksgiving: SistersThere are so many things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, but the one that's on my heart today is sisters.<br /><br />I'm not speaking of the ones that came from your folks being brave enough to do that reproduction thing more than once: surely wonderful, but I've not been blessed with any of those, so it's outside my zone of experience.<br /><br />But for the sisters that we find along the way: the ones whose hearts and minds and spirits resonate with our own. The ones we share the triumphs and the failures and the truly horrendous jokes with; the ones that won't be able to bail us out, because they'll be right there with us. <br /><br />For all of these I am truly thankful: for my sister in Florida who knows the deep dark schooldays secrets; for my sisters in Illinois who have been there for me in good days and bad; for my sisters in Texas who feed my spirit, and don't know each other, and should; for my sister in Missouri who moves my heart; for my sister in Washington who challenges my mind.<br /><br />For my sisters in Indianapolis at St. Gabriel's and elsewhere. And for other sisters I've not mentioned, and sisters I have not met yet:<br /><br />For all these, Lord, I am truly thankful.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-30366151418454748462009-10-03T18:07:00.002-04:002009-10-03T18:17:21.497-04:00Mister Fry ReduxOK, now I've seen the whole show.<br /><br />Wow.<br /><br />I expected to be amused; I expected to be educated; I expected to be made to think. I expected to hear anecdotes of teacher experiences, stories of students, tales of the culture shock of a kid from Indianapolis private schools finding himself as a teacher in notoriously tough South Central Los Angeles, and the insights that came to him as result of that experience.<br /><br />And I did; it was all there.<br /><br />What I didn't expect was for Jack's stories of his experience to move me to tears. For the sad events to tear my heart; the accomplishments to give me joy.<br /><br />Yes, I understand that Jack's a great teacher, a special teacher. Anyone who can not only understand the preciousness of these students, but share it with complete strangers in such a way as to make them feel what he feels cannot help but be, for it is those same skills that he uses to teach <b>us</b> about these kids. And to teach us to care about these kids.<br /><br />If you're in Indy, you've got this weekend and two after to catch this show. If you're not, it's headed to an Off-Broadway run in November and December. "Must see" is thrown around way too casually these days, but that's what this is: a show that will not only entertain you, but feed your soul.<br /><br />Way to go, Jack.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-80060259165840497932009-09-29T19:59:00.002-04:002009-09-29T20:04:22.779-04:00They Call Me Mister FryJust saw a preview tonight for Jack Freiberger's <i>They Call Me Mister Fry.</i> Jack's one man show about life as a teacher in South Central LA --- a teacher whose background is white Midwestern privilege --- looks to be insightful and thought-provoking. It's worth taking the time to head to the Fringe building for the full show, I believe: <a href="http://www.indyfringe.org/">showtimes, location, and all that nitty-gritty here</a>.<br /><br />Hope to see you there!piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-88264893375766554042009-08-31T17:43:00.004-04:002009-08-31T17:55:55.460-04:00FringeNext: Come See Our Show or the Teddy Bear Gets It[FringeNext is the young performers, under 18, who may become the next generation of Fringe performers.]<br /><br />Lyndsey Brown, Kevin Burgun & Christina Cardenas<br />Brebeuf Jesuit Prep (Indy)<br /><br />These are excellent performers; the girls sing beautifully, together or separately, and they all act well. But the play ("winning" the Irish lottery---actually falling for an internet scam---and attempting to force payout of the "winnings" by threatening to guillotine the teddy bear taken from a child one of the girls is supposed to be babysitting, but has in fact left home alone) has, with apologies to Gertrude Stein, no "there" there.<br /><br />The original songs were good. But the script was a meandering ramble. Even the core part of the "plot" didn't seem to exist: they did some background on the lottery "win", wandered off to high school life and getting in to college, and then shifted to "ok, time to shove the bear in the guillotine" so abruptly, and unexplainedly, that I was left wondering if they'd accidentally skipped a couple of pages of lines. Then having set that scene, pretty much went back to rambling from topic to topic with no dramatic tension until they reached the end of their time slot, with no denouement whatsoever---simply "okay, we're done now, thanks for coming."<br /><br />There's a great deal of performance potential here, but it needs a script that goes somewhere and does something.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: **** for the performers and the musical portion; ** for the show itselfpiggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-75628345765853950692009-08-31T17:38:00.005-04:002009-08-31T17:55:40.972-04:00FringeNext: Every Story Has a Song[FringeNext is the young performers, under 18, who may become the next generation of Fringe performers.]<br /><br />International School of Indianapolis<br /><br />This compilation of stories and songs was excellent, and the performers quite talented. The one thing I found distracting was the singers using sheet music for their songs: in a self-described "cabaret", I expect the performers to know their pieces (as they did in storytelling), and the continual movement of the music stand and flipping of pages in the sheet music was an annoyance which detracted from the overall effect of the performances.<br /><br />Other than that, it was top drawer for a high school performance, and as professional as any Fringe performance---and more than some.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ***<br />(Would be a four star without the sheet music)piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-11689210156270784872009-08-31T17:01:00.004-04:002009-08-31T17:36:57.042-04:00Fringe: Tortillo!Avenging Orange Productions (of Indy)<br />written by Casey Ross<br /><br />The concept here is interesting: a mystery of malfeasance in a snack food company, and the acting was mostly pretty good. But the script starts to lose direction about 2/3 of the way through the show, until it's trying to be a comedy, a mystery and an odd tribute to the late John Entwistle of the Who all at the same time---and thereby succeeding at none of those attempts.<br /><br />I think Casey's got a great deal of potential, but she needs to be clear on where she's trying to go with a script and not get seduced by ideas of "and we can work this in...and we can work that in....." Looking forward to seeing what she comes up with next year.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ***piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-7146113444020721552009-08-31T16:50:00.002-04:002009-08-31T16:54:28.184-04:00Fringe: Simple JoysJennifer K Sutton (of Indy)<br /><br />This show was radically different from anything else in the Fringe: a light and easy dance, and a journey back to kindergarten. A refreshing interlude with audience participation.<br /><br />It was a bit short, and perhaps light, for the Fringe setting, though.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: **piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-186964015445322222009-08-31T16:43:00.003-04:002009-08-31T16:59:59.886-04:00Fringe: The Rise of General ArthurMaximum Verbosity (of Minneapolis)<br /><br />This setting of the Arthurian legend in modern Baghdad was a fascinating concept, but the execution seemed a bit off. <br /><br />Phillip Andrew Bennett Low's "narration" may have been styled the way it was to set it apart from the "acting" parts of the one man show, but the rapid-fire monotone was counter-productive, a hypnotic drone that hindered the mind trying to absorb the information rather than assisting it. It made the narrative of the overall show hard to follow, and the rapidity of the narration made it feel that perhaps this was a show written to run 90 minutes which was sped up to fit its 60 minute time slot, rather than being cut or otherwise adapted.<br /><br />I think he's got something good here, but I'd love to have a chance to see it again with the narration done a bit slower; there's more quality there to absorb than the style permitted.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ** <br />Done slower, it would have been a three or even four star show.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-56261338034554090342009-08-31T16:31:00.003-04:002009-08-31T16:59:10.440-04:00Fringe: New VaudevilleMidwest Emerging Artists (of Indy)<br /><br />This show was really uneven, just like....well, just like vaudeville used to be. From the high points of Elliot Feltman (emcee and core of the show) and musician Joe Welch, the acts coursed downward until much of the show had the feel of tryouts for a high school talent show. In fact, everything I saw of the FringeNext (high school/youth) shows was of higher overall quality than this show.<br /><br />BMX pro Andy Cooper's bicycle tricks were interesting, but extremely limited by the tiny stage, and seemed a bit lost in the vaudeville setting.<br /><br />Piggie's Perspective: **piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-20210171178574472112009-08-31T16:24:00.003-04:002009-08-31T16:58:32.173-04:00Fringe: NevermoreTwilight Productions (of Indy) @ <a href="http://www.myspace.com/twilightproductionsindy">MySpace</a><br /><br />A dark show about writers, depression, and suicide; a Poe-and-poetical contemplation of where madness lies. Russell McGee's acting as "The Raven" (a Poe shade, certainly) was wonderful; Amy Pettinella's writer seemed less real, as if she believed nobody could tell her character was depressed unless she was Dramatically Depressed: her writing of the character was fine, but her portrayal was a bit strained.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ***piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-66463414086513717852009-08-31T16:19:00.003-04:002009-08-31T16:57:16.672-04:00Fringe: Mr. Charles, Currently of Palm BeachAssorted Fruits & Vegetables (of Indy)<br /><br />This one's a bit of a specialty show: if you're amused by a bit of over-the-top gay camp, then Mr. Charles is an absolute hoot, and Ron Spencer plays him beautifully. The show does include full frontal nudity, and I did hear talk here and there from audience members that some folks were taken aback, perhaps even shocked by this. The warnings for the show did clearly state that nudity was involved, but (probably influenced by the poster which showed full rear nudity) "full frontal" wasn't expected by a lot of the audience. This was the last show I saw, at the end of the Fringe, and it was a glorious show to cap off the ten day experience.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ****piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-70739157557771406142009-08-31T16:10:00.003-04:002009-08-31T16:56:24.994-04:00Fringe: I Do, I Do in Delhi or How To Survive an Indian Wedding24th Street Players (of NYC)<br /><br />This is a one-woman story of traveling halfway around the world to attend the wedding of a college friend's son. She captures the essence of the various players in voice and manner so that you forget that there's only one person on the stage; the story is warm and interesting without rambling or becoming overly sentimental.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ***piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-23457467697964239182009-08-25T03:58:00.002-04:002009-08-25T04:04:19.306-04:00Fringe: Phil the Void - The Great Brain RobberyPhil Van Hest (of LA)<br /><br />Wow. I'd say Phil's "traditional standup" compared to the other comedy shows I've reviewed here, except that there's nothing traditional about Phil.<br /><br />This is thinking man's standup: it's deeply thoughtful, not an exaggeration to call it intellectual, even---and funny as hell. Phil reaches for the highest common denominator and finds both the disturbing and the funny elements in life.<br /><br />The phrase that comes to mind is "like Bill Cosby---only smarter."<br /><br /><br />Piggie's Rating: *****<br /><br />(Get thee to a Phil the Void show *early*---Phil consistently sells out the house.)piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-77390644606770718432009-08-25T03:40:00.002-04:002009-08-25T03:56:22.369-04:00Fringe: Wanda & Rhonda's Bitchin' Bingo BashTony McDonald & Adam O. Crowe (of Noblesville IN)<br />with links to Tony's <a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Tony-McDonald/613938530">facebook</a> and <a href="http://www.myspace.com/inplaywright">myspace</a> pages.<br /><br />I stand in awe of Tony McDonald's writing. Wanda and Rhonda---the pair of middle-aged sisters that he and Adam portray---are women you know. He's got the authentic voice of these gals down, and he approaches them with compassion and affection, despite the fact that given the divergence between their views, one of them's got to have a pretty alien point of view from where Tony is. And the acting is equally affectionate; the honesty of the portrayal comes in part because they're not making fun of Wanda and Rhonda; at best they're teasing a bit.<br /><br />And they are funny, but it's the warm and homey funny of reality, not a contrived, scripted funny.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ****piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-79755322084730166732009-08-24T12:39:00.003-04:002009-08-25T03:57:29.820-04:00Fringe: Hypothetically StupidDoctor Spaceship (Matt Kramer and John Patrick Coan) (of Indy)<br /><br />These guys were reasonably funny. Traditional "two guy sketch" type comedy. That should be enough, no? <br /><br />There wasn't anything that stood out about them or their gags; nothing to make you remember them or seek them out again at a later date. They weren't <b>bad</b>, they just didn't excel.<br /><br /><br />Piggie's Rating: **piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-58370852771850587422009-08-24T12:27:00.003-04:002009-08-25T03:56:49.112-04:00Fringe: The Attack of the Big Angry BootyThis is subtitled The Adventures of Les Kurkendaal (of LA), with a couple of links to his pages at <a href="http://www.myspace.com/leskurkendaalcomedy">MySpace</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/leskurkendaal">facebook</a>.<br /><br />Les's tales of diet woes---his and others'---are funny. There's no question about that. But this is not just your everyday standup of laughing at other people, or in rueful recognition that we're included in "other people." Les manages to mix funny with compassion in a subtle fashion so that when he's done, not only has your funny-bone been thoroughly tickled, but your spirit has been fed as well. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and will certainly look Les up next year if he's at the Fringe....but he also came across as a guy I wish lived in my neighborhood. All in all, a thoroughly pleasant experience, I definitely recommend it.<br /><br />Piggie's Rating: ****piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-49422434720512783852009-08-24T12:20:00.002-04:002009-08-24T12:26:53.884-04:00It's Fringe Time!What follows over the next week will be my reviews of shows at the <a href="http://www.indyfringe.org/">IndyFringe</a> festival. I'll admit up front that since I'm out of work at the moment, everything I'm seeing, I'm seeing for free---either because I'm working that venue, or because I'm using my freebies I get for working the venues.<br /><br />That said, here's my definition of ratings:<br /><br />* = can I get my time back I spent watching this?<br />** = it was okay for a freebie<br />*** = that was right fine for a freebie, and would have been worth paying for<br />**** = would go out of my way to see this for real money, for sure<br />***** = wow. why ain't these folks on tv?piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-79542128220101224782009-08-02T13:57:00.002-04:002009-08-02T14:09:24.878-04:00Do they come with cages?I've been hearing things oddly for years. It's tempting to write it off to "old age", but it's been going on since far before I was old by anyone's definition except maybe a toddler.<br /><br />It comes in part from minor hearing loss, I'm sure; it requires the intervention of distance from the source and background noise interfering as well. And oft-sloppy enunciation on the part of the announcer can also contribute. But it leads to mishearing things---usually advertisements---in a way that makes them far more interesting that anything that could have possibly been the actual intent of the advertiser.<br /><br />I still want to know what Marie Osmond was selling, 20 years ago, that I heard across my mother's house as "Romanian underwear."<br /><br />And I just heard a commercial for one of those "buy diet meals in quantity" companies that I'd swear included the line "order now and get free weasels for a week!" This has left me with a number of questions:<br /><br /><ul><li>Is that a set number of weasels who come to visit for a week?<br /><li>Or do weasels keep arriving at some set rate for a week?<br /><li>Are the weasels yours to keep?<br /><li>Do the weasels simply come to visit before wandering off through your neighborhood?<br /><li>Or does someone turn up at the end of the week to collect the weasels?<br /><li>If so, do they bill you for any escaped weasels?<br /><li>Are the weasels litterbox trained?<br /><li>If not, are the costs of having the house cleaned covered, or are you out of pocket on this one?<br /><li>And finally, do the weasels bring their *own* meals, or are they going to be eating the diet meals you've just bought?<br /></ul><br /><br />I'm not sure "free weasels" would be all that much of an incentive to buy their product....but I'm sure it's a more interesting concept than what they're actually selling. :)piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-71803437581890690292009-07-25T15:16:00.002-04:002009-07-25T15:21:46.199-04:00Surreal Moments in Feline Observation....Making a salad. Oops, one crouton drops to the floor. Before I can pick it up, Astra pounces on it and starts chewing.<br /><br />Hillary runs over to see what Astra's found.<br /><br />"Grrrrr," says Astra. "This is MY crouton. I LOVE croutons. I'm going to EAT this crouton, and I am NOT going to share!"<br /><br />"Mommy, mommy!" says Hillary. "Astra has a CROUTON! I'm the baby! I DON'T have a crouton! I NEED a crouton! This is a CRISIS!"<br /><br />I give Hillary (age 3 months) a crouton. She dives into it.<br /><br />I wander off to take out the garbage, and then return to eat my salad.<br /><br />And notice that there on the floor are two whole, albeit slightly soggy croutons......piggie zeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941682613462638962.post-42376466064487788862009-06-30T22:22:00.002-04:002009-06-30T22:29:41.601-04:00Series I'm Currently Reading....Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone series: had read this once before, up to whatever was current at the time (O is for Outlaw?). Currently ready to start the last book so far, T is for Trespass.<br /><br />Marcia Muller's Sharon McCone series: Also had read before, up to whatever was current at the time. I'm currently up to "Both Ends of the Night", or 17 books down, 10 to go.<br /><br />Sara Paretsky's V I Warshawski series. Probably only four or five books in the series when I last read it. I'm now up to # 10 (Hard Time) of 13.<br /><br />Robert B. Parker's Spenser series: Hadn't ever read it before. Wasn't much moved by the tv series, but really got into it with the made for tv movies with Joe Mantegna. I'm up to "Walking Shadow", which is # 21 of 35.<br /><br />Michael Jecks' Simon Puttock series: I think that had three or four books, if that many, when last I encountered it. I'm on the second of 24 now (The Merchant's Partner).<br /><br />And as mentioned before here, Piers Anthony's Xanth series: have read the first book, ready for the second (The Source of Magic), 30 to go beyond that.piggie zeenoreply@blogger.com